#trans cirrus

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 12 : First Time

Cirrus loves to show new summons around, and especially in bed, which Aurora enjoys very much as well 💦 Full version HERE!

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!! 💋

[ghoultrifle]

cirrus: you look like you're hard... phantom: *winks* only for you ma'am cirrus: sort your packer out before i sort you out... i can feel it staring at me phantom: *bites his lip awkwardly as he adjusts his dick* phantom: better, m'lady? cirrus: whoever taught you this *gestures vaguely at phantom*... is seriously fucking with you phantom: *pouting* DEWWW YOU PINKY PROMISED THIS TIME

[forlorn-crows]

for your consideration: transmasc Cirrus

i think these two shall combine nicely, @rrriver, dont you? been teasing @askingforthesun with this one for a few days now.

cirrus can be a boy, as a treat. and whats better than one transmasc ghoul? two transmasc ghouls.

2k of t4t aethe/cirrus goodness. author clearly has forgotten what ficlet means. but im combining two requests, so its fine, right? no one can complain to me about more smut.

clit/cunt/folds/cock/dick for both of the transmasc lads here. exactly what it says on the tin. enjoy xx

It’s a modest thing: plain red, slightly curved, average size and length. Cirrus rolls the weight of it around in his hand, back and forth, making the wide elastic straps rustle. The air ghoul is no stranger to strap-ons, this much is true; but this one is different, foreign by its very nature. A little something extra, Aether had promised. 

“Want me to show you?” he asks now. The quintessence ghoul slides his hand over Cirrus’, caressing along the back of it and along the shaft of the toy. Aether’s other hand comes up to grasp gently at the underside of his wrist, ultraviolet eyes soft yet dark. 

Cirrus nods, grin going lopsided as he bites his lip. “Yeah,” he breathes. 

Aether mirrors his grin. “Come on, then.” He tugs Cirrus down to the bed, letting him settle atop his lap. “Kiss me first, though, hm?”

He pulls him down into a languid kiss, blindly taking the strap from his hand and setting it aside for now. Cirrus melts easily into it, Aether’s warm arms wrapping around his waist and holding steady. The quintessence ghoul grinning against his mouth when Cirrus loops his own arms around his neck, fingers coming up to tangle in his hair. 

“Mm,” Aether hums appreciatively. “You know I like that.”

Cirrus rolls his hips, barely rubbing his folds over Aether’s fat little length. Earning a chuff when they each get a little friction. “You like that too?” he asks teasingly. 

Aether rumbles his assent and encourages the air ghoul to do it again. His breath hitches when he grinds more deliberately, the swollen ends of their clits nudging against one another. “Fuck, you know I do.”

“Can feel how hard you are,” Cirrus breathes. He tugs on the hairs at the back of his head, licking into his mouth when it drops open in a gasp. Relishing in the way Aether grips him tighter with strong hands, encouraging him to do as he pleases. 

“How can I not be, with—hah—such a handsome thing on my lap?”

“Wet, too?”

“Cir—”

Cirrus laughs and runs his hand down Aether’s chest. Tugging at those hairs there too before gliding further down, down, down. 

“Yeah, right there,” Aether breathes. Begs. He spreads his thighs underneath him, inviting his hand to dip between them and pet along his sex. Nimble pianist fingers swipe through slick and tug at his chubby clit as Cirrus leans in again for another messy kiss. 

“Oh fuck,” the quintessence ghoul groans. Cirrus’ agile tongue swipes along the back of his teeth with the same precision as he jerks his dick, so toe-clenchingly thorough that he gets lost in it easily and willingly. Cirrus can sense it, as he does with everything, smiling against Aether’s lips when he starts unconsciously bucking into his fingers. He withdraws them, dragging the wet digits through his happy trail and up to his chest. 

“Thought you were gonna show me something,” he says softly. Smooths his hands over Aether’s broad pecs and pulls back to find a very flushed and swollen-lipped ghoul gazing back. His responding smile is wide and goofy. He nods and gives the tops of Cirrus’ thighs a quick squeeze before grabbing the strap again. 

“Gotta put it on first.” Aether motions for Cirrus to stand, holding the gear by the hip straps so he can step in easily. He wriggles it up so it sits in its proper place, cinching the straps nice and snug. He pats his flank with a grin. “There’s a lad. Suits you nicely, I think.” 

The air ghoul hums and smooths his fingers around the o-ring, snuggling the back of the toy against his clit with a sigh. He gives the silicone a few strokes out of habit, brushing the short hair from his eyes as he watches Aether give him a long, approving look. It’s familiar—routine thus far. But there’s still that certain glint in his eyes that reminds Cirrus otherwise. He slips between Aether’s thighs and into his welcoming arms, letting his big hands roam over his ass, his back, his stomach. Solid, strong palms that never fail to light up his nerves wherever they go. 

“So,” Cirrus prompts, arching his back slightly and wiggling his hips to make the toy cock wag back and forth, “what’s the secret, starlight?”

Aether chuckles. “You’ll see. Close your eyes for me.”

Cirrus does as he’s told, taking a long, even breath. He can feel Aether’s smile even with his eyes closed. The quint ghoul puts one hand on his lower back and one, presumably, around the toy, judging by the slight shift in pressure on his clit. He bites back a gasp, stifles the urge to shift his feet; he feels like he isn’t supposed to move, lest he interrupt what Aether is doing. 

“Deep breath for me,” he breathes, splaying his fingers across the span of Cirrus’ lower back. As he breathes in, the familiar prickle of magick starts at the base of his spine and seeps into his pelvis, looping around his hips and warming him further between his thighs. Cirrus groans appreciatively at the sensation and feels himself get a little bit wetter. 

“That’s it,” Aether comments, rubbing his back and pulling at the harness some. “Just a little bit more.”

And all at once something clicks, like a part of him being reconnected. Aether makes a satisfied noise and pulls the hand on the strap away quickly, and the one on Cirrus’ back more slowly. He feels the magick settle and fade, that heat retreating back into his core.

“Can I open my eyes now?” Cirrus asks.

“Yeah. Try it out.” 

He blinks his eyes open and gives Aether a confused trill. “Like, you want me to—?” Cirrus moves to climb back on top of him, but the quint ghoul stops him with a hand to his chest. 

“No, no. Try it,” he says again with a coy look. His hand floats down Cirrus’ torso, grazing over his dark happy trail. “Just give it a little squeeze,” Aether breathes. His own fingers visibly itching to do just that. But he pulls away, watching the air ghoul eagerly. 

Cirrus gives him a suspicious yet amused look, rubbing back and forth over the harness straps. “Okay,” he lilts, lifting a hand and wiggling his fingers. He slowly wraps an elegant hand around the toy and squeezes lightly. 

And is wholly unprepared for the sensation that he’s met with—let alone the noise that comes out of his mouth. 

“F-fuck,” Cirrus hisses. His fingers spring away from the strap as if burned, shaking slightly as they stay hovering around the silicone. He felt it. Lucifer, he felt it. He felt the touch of his hand as if the toy cock were his own flesh, phantom nerves tingling and begging for more sensation. Hard and real in the palm of his hand. Just like that. Cirrus can’t resist touching again; just the pad of his finger this time, circling around the smooth head like he would do to his own. The groan he lets out is nothing short of indecent, and he has to grasp Aether’s shoulder to keep his knees from buckling.

“That feel good, Cir?” Aether asks huskily. He wraps his hand around his own, guiding it up and down the shaft. “Feels just right, doesn’t it?”

“Oh Belial, Aethe—” he cuts off with a groan when he makes him squeeze the base. “Fuck, ‘m so wet.”

“Yeah?” Aether reaches between his legs, and immediately the sound of his fingers running through his folds is wet, creamy. He groans along with Cirrus. “Gods, you are.” He coats the toy with the slick he’s gathered, and Cirrus thinks he might faint from the feeling. 

“Shit. Shit.” He can’t help when his hand speeds up, jerking the toy—himself—in earnest. He sinks lower onto his forearm, still resting on Aether’s shoulder, and presses his forehead to the bigger ghoul’s. Completely lost in it, breath fanning hot and heavy over the other’s face. 

He’s definitely not going to get even close to sticking it in. 

Aether hums and caresses his face sweetly. “That’s a good boy, so pretty like this,” he compliments. 

Cirrus lets out a pathetic uh huh and keeps stroking. It’s not coordinated in the slightest, but it feels good. Gliding over the full length, twisting his hand around, rubbing at the tip with just his palm, bucking his hips into his fist; every little movement goes straight to his core, and he fleetingly thinks he may be ruined for any sexual encounters after this. 

And it’s definitely some unholy miracle he’s not dripping onto the floor by now. 

Cirrus shakes his head against Aether’s as the heat starts to build, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open. “‘M gonna cum,” he half laughs, half wheezes. “Fuck, please—”

“It’s alright, go on and cum if you need to,” Aether tells him. “Just like that, come on.”

“Oh.” The air ghoul’s legs shake, and he throbs. His hand speeds up, focusing on the top half of the toy, yet pushing on it so the base of the strap presses right on his clit. The combination is what sends him over the edge, pleasure cresting and crashing so suddenly it nearly sends him to the ground in front of Aether’s feet when he cums. 

“I’ve got you,” he grunts, holding Cirrus up by the armpits as he bucks and groans. He may as well be shooting actual cum out of the thing, it feels that real—pleasure extending from his pelvis all the way through to the very tip, pulsing in time to the contractions of his cunt as if the two were truly connected. 

“Fuck, love, you must feel so good,” Aether says, equally proud and incredulous. Cirrus keens. He misses the hunger in his eyes, though, his own still shut tight as the spasms subside and he comes down from the toe-curling high. Cirrus is rarely one to feel uncomfortable in the vessel he was given, but Satanas, the induced feeling of having a cock to pull at is nothing short of euphoric. 

“Oh wow,” Cirrus finally gasps when he can breathe again. “Fuck, that was—” His legs finally buckle underneath him, but Aether’s got him, pulling him into his lap before he can hit the ground in a dizzy heap. 

“There we are, c’mere,” the quint ghoul soothes as Cirrus groans into his shoulder. “Feeling good?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, totally boneless. 

Aether hums. Tugs him minutely closer. “Loved watching you like that,” he breathes into his hairline. Carefully, he loosens the harness straps at Cirrus’ hips, slipping the elastic through the hardware so it separates and slides gently off his body. “Did so well.”

Cirrus makes a disappointed noise as he melts fully into Aether’s lap. “Didn’t get to use it, though,” he says quietly. 

“Hush,” the quint ghoul tuts. “Plenty more opportunity for that.” He rubs up and down his back, and pleasant goosebumps rise in the wake of his hands. Cirrus makes a sated mm-hmm in agreement, fully wrapping his limbs around Aether’s body and using his weight to make him fall back onto the mattress. 

“Argh,” Aether huffs as the air ghoul lands on top of him. He chuckles as Cirrus sprawls out, nuzzling into the curve of his neck. “What was that for?”

“Loved watching me like that, hm?” he mumbles. Despite the hazy cloud of pleasure that’s settled in his brain, his hands still find it within themselves to touch and squeeze down Aether’s torso. Cirrus places a sloppy kiss to the quintessence ghoul’s jawline and is rewarded with a soft, lovely sound. “How much?”

Aether lets out a shaky breath. “So much,” he breathes. Cirrus’ hands find their way to his hips and grab, fingers digging into the fat as he scoots further down. “Cir—”

The air ghoul shoves at him to move up the bed. Makes himself a home between his thick thighs. He shoves his arms under Aether’s legs and puts his face right above where that fat clit stands hard and needy between his folds. Aether groans. 

Cirrus smiles and whispers: “Lemme hear how much.”

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 1- doing each others makeup (I changed it heyyyy)

Thanks to the icon @forlorn-crows for the prompts !

Mist gives a recently transitioned cirrus a makeover

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“Mist I look like a clown” cirrus grumbled as mist dusted more powder onto her cheeks. She had some kind of brown palette in her hand, the other hand brushing side to side along her cheekbone. The bristles were borderline scratchy, the powder sitting heavily on her skin. She wasn’t used to it and truly didn’t understand how mist and cumulus did this so often.

“You look pretty storm cloud, just let me work” mist dabbed some kind of sponge along her jawline. It was soft, bouncing along her skin while mist smeared more “contour” along her jaw and neck. She could barely see her reflection beyond the ghoulette who stood in front of her. It was more than likely on purpose, mist hoping for some kind of big reveal of her makeover.

A long black skirt flowed around her ankles as she kicked her feet gently. Simply passing the time while mist worked on her. It was covered in small orange and white flowers and little vines that nearly blended into the dark fabric. Mist threw it at her saying that she just had it in her collection, and that cirrus could keep it. The flowers matched a burnt orange sweater that mist picked from cirrus’s own closet.

“Are you sure I look alright?” Cirrus asked. She hadn’t been allowed to look in the mirror since mist had picked out her new outfit. A part of her felt off, felt as if she was wearing some costume instead of a real outfit she could actually wear out and around the abbey.

“You look beautiful, you’re absolutely stunning like this” mist smiled proudly, a sparkle of adoration in her eyes.

“Will cumulus still like me like this?” Cirrus whispered, more to herself than anything. Cumulus had always been supportive of her, along with the whole pack. But she couldn’t help the nagging anxiety that gnawed at her brain telling her that cumulus would’ve prefered her before.

“Cumulus cried in the kitchen drunk because she realized that she would still love you even if you were a worm, yes she will still love you” mist combed her fingers through cirrus’s short brown hair, styling and picking at the clips she had in it. “She will love you even more, especially if you’re comfortable like this”

“I guess”

“Are you ready to see yourself cir?” Mist beamed, rubbing her fingers along the backs of cirrus’ hands.

“Yeah, show me”

mist moved to the side, revealing cirrus to her mirror that sat in front of her bed. It was nothing too crazy, her cheeks were pinker, her eyes were covered in a brown shadow and some kind of gold shimmer, and her face looked softer, painted to look softer. She was enamored, grazing her fingers along her cheeks and the waves in her hair.

She did look pretty.

[carpathianskies]

[cosmicseafoam]

Horny ghoulette thoughts ft the only ghoul they’ll allow to play with their pet (spoiler: it’s mountain)

sitting in mountains lap, back to chest, speared on his cock and he’s so big it’s like you can feel it in your throat. Grabbing your knees to spread you open and putting you on display for all the ghoulettes to play with while you cockwarm him.

Cirrus always goes first. She’s in charge, of course. On her knees in front of you, making sure you’re looking her in the eyes the whole time. Stroking your legs until you’re shaking before she sticks her tongue out flat to lap from the base of mountains cock up to your clit.

Cumulus to one side of you, one hand groping gently at your soft chest while her other hand snakes down to slip between her folds.

Aurora on your other side, guiding your hand to stroke up and down her body. Gently caressing her small tits while she goes between slipping her fingers inside of herself to gather her own wetness and stroking her cock.

Sunshine, sitting back, still in eye view but out of reach. Stroking herself as she watches on.

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

Echoes of Transcendence

Chapter 2

Summary: Rain is summoned. What will Dewdrop think of him?

no real cw for this chapter, only Dew making an ass of himself a bit and the pack teasing him for it.

Read it below the cut!

Rain appears out of nowhere with a heavy downpour in the middle of the summoning circle. It’s more water than Dew was ever able to control and that already pisses him off. His own insecurities about his abilities as a water ghoul never left him. He feels Sunshine’s warm hand grab his own, it immediately ground him and he is grateful that she is here with him.

The new ghoul is lanky but his muscles are well defined. He is about the same hight as Aether. Long lashes frame his deep blue eyes and his elegant horns look like sea glass that catches the light. His curly almost black hair falls into his face a bit and Dew has to be real here, Rain is absolutely gorgeous. Instantly dysphoria hits him, because his body will never look like this. He scolds himself, can’t he even look at other people without it being about him and his problems? Dew just wants to be able to appreciate Rains looks without getting jealous.

Rain is shivering either because of the cold or out of fear. Mountain steps forward with a forest green blanket he crocheted himself. Like with all the other ghouls he has welcomed, he wraps the blanket tightly around the water ghouls naked body and speaks softly:

“You are safe now, you don’t need to worry. What is your name and what pronouns do you want us to use for you?“

“Rain.“ The shy ghoul replies. “And he/him I guess. Why am I here? Who are you all?”

~Rain~ Dew thinks to himself. At least the name fits perfectly, they are all still drenched from the heavy shower Rain appeared in.

Copia makes himself known and starts to explain the church, the ghost project and Rains role in it. He also introduces all the ghouls.

“You will learn to play the bass,” Copia states “and this is Dewdrop, our fire ghoul and lead guitarist who will teach you how to do it.” The Cardinal points at Dew and he sees Rain starring at him. He’s probably wondering why a fire ghoul has a water ghouls name and can play the bass. Now they are just staring at each other, shit he should probably say something right?

“Hey, you can call me Dew. I will make sure you don’t drown in those bass notes.” He says with a smirk.

What the hell? Why did he say it like that? Stupid stupid stupid!

Sunshine tries to hide a laugh and Rain blushes a deep shade of blue.

He says sheepishly: “Okay well, thank you.”

“Ehem, now that this is settled, please show Rain his room and everything else important.” Copia says and excuses himself from the chapel.

“Let’s go.” Mountain says and leads the way. They give Rain the tour and stop in front of his door.

“So this is your room, you can do with it what ever you want basically. There should also be a few clothes in there, but you can head into the city tomorrow to get your own stuff.”

Rain nods in understanding.

“Oh and we eat breakfast in the kitchen, so join us there tomorrow morning whenever you want.” Aether adds.

“Okay I will, thank you all.” Rain says still shyly and enters the foreign room.

“Have a good night.” And he closes the door.

When the pack is sure they are far enough away, Sunny and the ghoulettes begin to giggle and pull everyone in their own room they choose to share.

“So what do we think of the new ghoul?” Sunny asks.

“He seems really shy, but I’m sure he’s a sweetheart.” Says Cumulus.

“He definitely has a good energy, I can feel it.” Mountain adds, his earth power automatically senses Rains water energy.

“I can confirm that,” says Aether “I can feel he is a gentle and calm soul, maybe exactly what we need to balance things out.” He looks over to Dew playfully, probably hinting at Dewdrops aggression and anger on stage.

“Fuck you Aeth!” He says with no malice behind it.

“Oh I’m sure you wouldn’t want to fuck Aether as badly as you want to fuck Rain, right Dewyyyy?” Swiss quips, reminding him of his earlier embarrassment.

The thing is, he is right with that, Rain is extremely attractive. But beeing with Rain like that will never be in the cards for Dew so he just gives him the middle finger and laughs it off. But he feels his cheeks getting hot nonetheless.

“Aw look at him, he has to blush!” Cirrus laughs.

“You are all impossible and I hate you.”

“Sure we love you too Dewdrop. Now what do you all think of a cuddle pile? Next time we should invite Rain though, to bond with him.”

A cuddle pile sounds great for Dew, but he can’t just agree because he has to be a little shit about it.

“No thank you, I don’t cuddle with assholes.”

“We all know you do and you love it, so everybody get ready and we meet in my room.” Mountain decides.

They all go to their rooms and pull off their wet clothes. Dewdrop throws on his long pyjamas and grabs a few pillows.

He arrives last and sees his pack in various states of undress as always. While Cirrus, Swiss and Mountain like to sleep naked, Aether and Sunny choose to wear underwear and Cumulus is in a cute puffy nightgown. Nobody ever gave him any shit for choosing to stay covered up, even though they have all slept with Dew in the past when his dysphoria was low. It’s just what they do.

They all settle on Mountains enormous forest themed bed and arrange pillows and blankets until everybody is comfortable and wrapped up into each other. Sleep overcomes Dew almost instantly with the quiet and calming rumbles of his pack mates purrs.

And if he dreams of ocean blue eyes and curly brown hair that surely doesn’t mean anything, right?

[v-ternus]

Got Yourself in Trouble?

Some Swiss and mean t!Dew for your consumption on this fine day. (cunt/clit for Dew boy)

MDNI 18+ Explicit

Swiss teases Dew, gets him riled up. But his punishment isnt what he was hoping for.

tags: top Dew, trans Dew, bottom Swiss, crying, ruined orgasm, grinding, mentions of tentacle stuff, degradation, begging, angry sex?, choking, hand riding, mentions of oral and strap ons

*if you see a mistake, no you didnt.

“You’ve been a real fucking bitch this whole day you know that?” Oh Dew was pissed. Very pissed. He had snuck up behind Swiss outside of the ghoul den and grabbed him by an arm. 

“What are you talking about?” Swiss’ face was out of view with the way they were walking but Dew could hear the shit eating grin smeared across his face. The sly words only make Dew dig his claws in. 

Swiss had been a “real fucking bitch” all day. It had started with a sly text after breakfast when the pack had split up to do their chores. 

Try and finish early pretty boy, with a stupid winky face emoticon. 

Dew’s brain had started running off then, filling itself with thoughts of bending the multi ghoul over whatever was closest after dinner and filling him with his largest cock— Swiss really favored this teal colored behemoth Cirrus had bought as a joke. It had suction cups along the edge and his rim always deliciously stretched over each one as he worked it in. 

Dew walked around with a very wet pair of boxers then, slick coating his thighs.

At lunch, Swiss had wrestled himself up behind Dew while he did dishes, pinning the little ghoul between the sink and his broad chest. He added insult to injury by grinding his stiffy along the slight curve of Dew’s ass. His brain short circuited. Before he could react, Swiss had run out of the kitchen. 

Dew’s clit was throbbing, but he had to finish his chores. Sister had already ripped him a new one after he was slow with cleaning the chapel last week— skipping more chores to fuck himself silly and relieve the ache was not an option. The one thing that stood between him and sweet release was polishing some bronze chalices in the sacristy. 

To say Dew was angry would be a gross understatement— but that's exactly how Swiss wanted him. Angry sex was a fun treat, but an angry fucking from the horniest ghoul in the pack? It was an all night event and walking the next day was always a pain. Little did he know, today would be different. 

“What do you mean, What are you talking about?” Dew dragged him down the hall into a cramp supply closet and shoved him towards the wall. He hit the shelves hard, breaking one and knocking over some bottles. 

“Dont play dumb, it’ll be worse if you do.” He brings a hand down to palm at the growing bulge in Swiss’ pants. He feels him go slack between his warm body and the shelves. Swiss starts to pant as he digs his hand in a little harder.  

Dew peels his hand off of his aching groin, but before Swiss can complain, two hands work to undo his belt. A warm hand is shoved into his boxers, cupping his heavy cock. “Fuck Dew, feels so good,” He’s already breathless. 

“I'm sure it does slut.” Dew uses his free hand to wrap around the column of Swiss’s throat, squeezing down gently on the sides so he can watch his eyes flutter shut. Dew leans in, laying a soft kiss on his lips— a sharp contrast to what he’s about to do to Swiss. 

“You wanna be a whore so bad?” Swiss hums his acknowledgement, already too brain dead to realize what Dew was saying.

“Rut against my hand then, get it all messy,” 

“What? Dew no, please.” Dew squeezes his cock hard and Swiss’ face screws up tight. It wasn't some kinky handful that they fooled around with sometimes, it was a real crushing grip. It was a threat and it really fucking hurt. He tried to wiggle away from the assault but Dew pressed his arm out hard, pinning him against the shelves by his throat. 

“Listen,” He gives Swiss’ precious cock a tug. “And maybe I’ll be nice.” Dew could literally have him by the balls in a split second, it was in his (and his manhood’s) best interest to follow. 

Yes, ok. Im sorry. 

Dew frees his hand and lightly slaps his cheek, making it bloom a pretty shade of red before bringing it back to his neck. 

“Good boy. Now get started,” Swiss rolls his hips, dragging his cock against Dew’s, thankfully, loosened grip. It’s a maddening sensation. Dew is hot against him and he’s so desperate to finish, but they both know that it isnt enough. He tries to plant his hands for leverage, something he can use to push himself further into the fire ghoul. 

He wants Dew to wrap his spindly fingers around his cock, spit on it, get it unnecessarily wet. He wants Dew to get on his knees and milk him dry. But he’s quickly realizing that those endings arent in the cards for him today. His eyes screw shut and all he can do is hope for this to be over soon. 

Dew can feel him throb each time he shifts, he would be lying if he said it didnt make him drip out more slick. 

“Dew baby please, you know I cant do it.” Tears are pooling in the corners of his eyes, and Dew really wants to see them fall. 

“Try harder, hump it like a bitch in heat” He punctuates the harsh words with a squeeze of his fingers, cutting off the blood rushing to his dumb head. Swiss ruts faster, chasing the little friction he can find. Dew choking him makes things a bit better, gets him closer to the edge. But it still wasnt enough. 

“Cum like this or I leave you here,” Dew savored the panicked look when his eyes shot open. The tears hadn’t fallen yet, but he was sure the time was coming. A slurry of no’s poured out of the multi ghoul’s slack jaw. He tried apologizing, groveling, but his efforts were futile. 

“Can I kiss you? I need to touch, please Dew.” Dew answered the plea by smashing their lips together. Swiss mewled into his mouth when their fangs knocked against each other, but Dew muffled it by fucking his tongue in. It was filthy and wet. Swiss grabbed the hand at his crotch and pulled it in closer, needing the pressure. A steady stream of pre was weeping out of him and the slickness made it easier to ride Dew’s hand. His hips started stuttering and his movements were quickly bordering on clumsy. 

“Im almost there Dew,” He says it like its an accomplishment, like he’s proud of himself. Dew squeezes his throat again and cranks up the heat in his palm. Its not what he wanted, but its enough to make finish. Swiss feels the tension pooling in his gut, he feels his balls draw up tight and right as it all snaps, the warm hand is yanked out of his pants. 

The tears finally fall as he cums into nothing, as his load coats the insides of his boxers. 

“I knew you could do it,” He brings his hand up to Swiss’s face and mixes the pre along his tear coated cheeks, smearing it across his lips. He lets go of his neck and watches as the ghoul falls down the wall, pooling at his feet. Swiss gasped for air, shivering as his body worked through his ruined orgasm. He was still so hard, but he had nothing left to spurt out. 

“Clean yourself up for dinner. I'll finish you up later.” Dew is out of the door in the blink of an eye, he leaves Swiss to clean himself up. He had his own slick problem to deal with. 

Back in his room, he finished himself off to the thought of Swiss walking through the dorms with his sticky mess all over his face and drying cum along the insides of his boxers. 

[noahl-art]

Ghostober / Day 2 - Tail Play

Guess who's computer almost died just before starting this piece? 🙃 (Had to buy a new one and now I'm crossing my fingers and clenching my butt hoping for it not to die before the new one gets here)

Anyways!! Enjoy Cumulus getting all the love she deserves and more with Cirrus! 💦

Full version HERE

Thanks @kroas-adtam for organizing this!!

[ghoultrifle]

Phantom's Top Surgery

@autumnblooms made a post asking about top surgery ghouls and I couldn't resist. So here is 1.8k words of they/them non-binary Phantom having top surgery and the pack loving them so much (like SO MUCH). If you couldn't tell, I have never had surgery, let alone top surgery (I wish!) so any medical inaccuracies are on me! Minor mentions of scars (medical) and dysphoria, nothing heavy though, this is a fluffy fic :) Enjoy!

They opened their eyes, the halo of the ward’s fluorescent bulb assaulting them before their eyes fluttered shut again, straining. They could feel their right hand had a warmth to it, almost burning. It was Dewdrop, his hand enveloping Phantom’s as he sat at their bedside.

Dew had been waiting nervously for the young ghoul to wake. Their summoning went awry, they were given the wrong vessel and today was the day Phantom would finally know peace, even if just a little.

“Hey sweetheart, you’re safe, it was all a success. Can you open your eyes for me now?” Dewdrop whispered, shielding their eyes from the light with his hand, careful not to startle the groggy ghoul.

Their eyes twitched open, bracing for the light that never came. “You stayed, Dew?” They asked in awe. “Of course I did, honey. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you.” He replied, “In fact I’m honoured to be able to share this story with you.” Dew brought Phantom’s hand to his chest as he traced his own scars, faded now, but still textured.

Phantom smiled, their lips parting to reveal their fangs, an action unconsciously reserved for those they trusted most. “Are they really gone?” They questioned. Dewdrop didn’t reply, only moved their hands over the quintessence ghoul’s bandaged chest. The wraps were thick and the drains were in the way but even so it was clear to Phantom that they really were gone, once and for all.

No more back pain from binders and sports bras. No more slouching and rolling in their shoulders. No more refusing to go swimming with Rain on account of their vessel. They were free.

Well, not quite yet. The next two weeks were going to be tough, confined to a bed and relying on their packmates for everything. They weren’t looking forward to it. Being a relatively new summon they felt bad that all attention had been on them since they were summoned, all because Secondo never properly taught Copia Latin.

It made no sense for them to be worried, the pack loved to dote on them at any chance they got. Pampering them with spa days and Swiss even created a countdown calendar for Phantom’s surgery date, bringing out a cake with ‘Take ‘em away, boys!’ written in icing on the morning of. Even Aurora, who was summoned with them, had no qualms about the attention they received; she preferred to stay out of the limelight as she assimilated.

There was a knock at the door, more of an announcement than a question, as Aether entered. “Hey Bud, how you feeling? Thought I’d pop along in case you needed a little quinty help!” The older ghoul asked, making jazz hands as his fingertips leaked magick into the room.

Now they thought about it, it did ache. It wasn’t painful, they were on so many meds it couldn’t have been, but there was a pressure to it, a dull ache around their chest. It wasn’t quite what they’d been expecting, to feel worse than they did with their tightest binder but it was worth it, they reckoned.

Phantom turned their head towards the door, eyes unable to focus, “Aches, Aeth.” Was all they could manage, head still swirling from the anaesthesia; it takes significantly more to knock out a quintessence ghoul. They willed their hands to make a grabbing motion at Aether. They’re not sure if it worked but either way Aether was soon approaching the bed, hands tingling with quintessence.

“I bet it does, Baby. This feel better?” Aether hummed as he held his palms to Phantom’s collar bones, the closest exposed skin to the fresh scars. Phantom murmured an affirmative response that no one could quite make out, they were too blissed out at the relief their packmate was offering.

Aether moved his hands to affectionately mess Phantom’s hair before returning them to his lap, now sitting opposite Dewdrop. “That should be enough for a few hours, Bug.”

“‘m sleepy, Dewy. Cuddles?” Phantom asked, successfully grabbing in Dew’s direction this time. The young ghoul attempted to roll on their side, ready for Dewdrop to spoon them. Aether placed a firm but loving hand on their shoulder, “Oh honey you can’t be rolling over, your chest will come out lop-sided!” He joked, chuckling as Phantom whined before giggling.

“Alright, Ant. How about I use some magick to keep you warm now and I’ll give you all the cuddles once the bandages are off, huh?” Dewdrop propositioned, stretching out his hand to the ghoul’s bare arm. They closed their eyes just as Aether sparked some quintessence to give Phantom the feeling of a warm, embracing hug.

They awoke once again, hours later, for the nurses to do their final fit-for-home tests: blood pressure, check they’ve pissed, and check their bandages. Phantom was barely awake for this, the surgery having destroyed their energy. They just about made out a kind man talking to them, “Alright Tom, looks like you’re good to go. The doctor will be in touch about your follow up appointments shortly!” 

Who’s Tom?, they thought, forgetting their human name. It didn’t matter though as Aurora and Dewdrop helped dress them in joggers and a button-up shirt, Aether at the abbey cooking a ‘welcome back’ lasagne with Swiss.

The short ghouls plopped their subject into a wheelchair before racing them down the hallway, seeing which of them could propel Phantom the furthest on a single push. Phantom was having a great time until they were accelerated toes-first into a wall as the chair decided it wasn’t going to play ball, “Ow! I thought you were meant to be taking care of me!” They whined, not really minding, Aether’s magick still in effect.

Dew and Aurora exchanged a smirk before apologising and wheeling Phantom to the car at a reasonable pace. Mountain was parked outside, ready for the special delivery. The front seat was pushed right back so Phantom could easily slide in, already wearing their neck pillow. Their bandages provided just enough padding that the seatbelt was bearable, it was only a short ride anyway.

On getting out of the car, Phantom was carried bridal style by the earth ghoul straight to their bed where Swiss was waiting with a trolley full of food. The young ghoul was starving after being nil by mouth and only snacking post-surgery. Mountain settled them on their wedge pillow, a soft tubular cushion placed under their arms like a pool noodle, and an in-bed tray placed over their waist.

Mountain turned to leave as he was accosted by Phantom weakly pulling him back, “Mwah” they exaggerated as they kissed him on the cheek, miming a hug they couldn’t quite give with their t-rex arms. Mountain smiled and blew a kiss back as he left the multi ghoul to serve their dinner.

“Made your favourite, Ant, lasagne!” Swiss exclaimed trying to keep Phantom awake enough to eat without falling asleep face first in the pasta. He placed the food on the quintessence ghoul’s tray and handed them their favourite fork, it had plastic casing with bats on it. Phantom took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the freshly cooked meal, “Mmm thanks Swissy, smells good!” They replied. 

They scoffed the lasagne in no time, asking Swiss for seconds, and then a dessert. Swiss had come prepared, with a quick text on his phone Cumulus was entering the room, apple pie in hand with a spoon to match the set. “Lussy! You came! With pie too?!” They were getting excited now, Cumulus often took a back seat when it came to Phantom’s transition, struggling to reconcile with her own. But she couldn’t resist coming to see the freshly flat-chested ghoul before her, she remembered what her first gender affirming surgery was like. It was cold and lonely, before she was a band ghoul, there was no one there for her. She couldn’t bear to think Phantom would have the same experience. So she turned up, she was present, and she did what she does best: baked.

Phantom slept well that night, but the following evenings proved more difficult. Sleeping upright, unable to move and stretch was difficult for the young ghoul. They were often found curled up in a ball of a morning, so staying still was a challenge. The post-op binder was so tight, their back hurt and their chest ached. Cirrus caught wind of a hrmmph coming from Phantom’s room, gently opening the door to check the ghoul hadn’t injured themself.

“You OK, Bug?” She asked, fresh concern in her voice as she saw the discomfort they were in. Phantom just shook their head with a disapproving chirp. “Oh I know, it’s hard isn’t it? Dewdrop really struggled with this bit too.” She replied, “I can always try what I tried with him if you want?” She offered tentatively.

The quintessence ghoul nodded, trying not to rouse themself anymore than Cirrus had already. She nodded before she started singing a lullaby, soft and sweet in that tender voice of hers. Phantom felt sleep pulling over them, drifting from consciousness with every line she sang. They could get used to this.

It became a routine, Cirrus’ charming voice accompanying them on their journey to sleep. As days turned into weeks they found it easier, the wedge pillow’s angle decreasing as they became more horizontal at night. Being able to lift their arms enough to shower and make their own cereal in the morning. It was the little things that made everything that little bit more bearable.

Of course they brought the whole pack to their chest reveal, excited chirps and trills from the crowd as the nurse removed the bandages to reveal fresh red scars outlining their pecs and small suture lines around their nipples. Many tears were shed that afternoon, not least from Phantom themself. 

That summer, the pack were down at the lake, cooling off by the shore. Phantom and Dewdrop were sporting their scar strips as they sat shirtless on the wooden dock, feet swinging idly in the water, swimming shorts on. Suddenly a rush of air passed them as Rain ran behind them shouting “Last one in the water’s a rotten egg!” as he broke the surface of the peaceful water.

For the first time, they wanted to join Rain. Phantom looked at Dewdrop before scrambling to their feet, desperate not to be the rotten egg, before jumping in. The water hit their scars, cool and fresh, just like the realisation that they were finally free.

This is what life was meant to be.

[themagicalkidproject]

Transgender is a term describing an individual whose gender doesn’t match the one they were assigned at birth!

This Magical Girl has a Cloud theme! She uses She/Her pronouns!

Her name is Cirrus, after a type of cloud (she’s very proud of it- she’s obsessed with weather patterns)! She can change the weather and summon small weather conditions- this often manifests as little clouds around her head that rain when she’s stressed, but it can also take the form of a mini hurricane that she can attack with.

Her Magical Girl weapon is a parasol that displays the sky above it. It’s very durable and can be used as a shield, but Cirrus also uses it to direct her attack!

A useless fact about her is that she doesn’t like touching people- she likes people, in fact she loves people, but it squicks her out when she pictures touching someone.

(The Magical Kids Project is a project wherein I steadily turn various Pride flags into Magical Kids)

(AN: Cirrus is one of the main characters in the Magical Kid project. If I ever get around to writing something, she and her team will be the main focus!)

[forlorn-crows]

tfem sunshine trying out dresses, lus n cirrus giving her lots of praise and kisses

we are feeling ALL the love for sunny this month. also this is another one with ~feelings~, but short and sweet just like our sunny ♡

Sunshine smooths her hands over the front of the dress. It’s tight—much tighter than she’d like, that hellish jersey knit scrunching at her hips and clinging to all the wrong areas. She pinches one of the sagging folds over her sternum and frowns at the way it hangs.

Sunshine jumps at Cirrus’ hand running down her side. “You don’t like this one, huh?”

Sunshine shakes her head, continuing to press and pull at the dress. Over her other shoulder, Cumulus smiles, bright and radiant.

“That’s okay! We can try something different!” She places a small kiss to Sunshine’s cheek before turning back to the wardrobe. She can’t help but smile at her carefree nature, the way it opposes the nasty discomfort churning around in her brain.

Both of them had brought a selection of dresses from their own closets for Sunshine to try after she had expressed a compliment to a silky camisole style Cirrus had on the other day. But Sunshine isn’t a dress girl for . . . multiple reasons. She hates the way her straight, skinny body looks in them. How they highlight her masculinity in all the wrong ways. She wants to like them. She really does. But she likes the way Cirrus and Cumulus dote on her and praise her endlessly, so she acquiesces to their dress-up game.

“How about this one, Sunny?” Cumulus holds up a rusty orange bit of fabric, suspiciously similar to the one she complimented Cirrus on. As the shorter ghoulette unfurls it, Sunshine realizes it’s the same type—slinky, slightly a-line, camisole-style with bitty straps. It’s mid-length with a simple roll hem at the bottom; no pattern, just all shiny tangerine.

“I like the color,” she says tentatively. But a smile pulls at the corners of her mouth as she takes it from Cumulus. She ducks into the bathroom to change, shucking the offending grey jersey. She avoids looking in the mirror while smoothing out her underwear, fixing where the elastic had slipped.

She holds the garment in her hand and twists the straps between her fingertips.

“Fuck it,” she whispers, slipping the dress over her head. Surprisingly, it fits her well, sitting about an inch away from her waist, flaring nicely at the hips, and ending mid-thigh. The quick peek she allows herself in the mirror makes her breath hitch.

It’s . . . nice. The color compliments her warm-toned gray skin and honey golden curls. The silhouette falls just right, and it makes her shoulders and hips look as feminine as she’s ever seen them.

She walks out of the bathroom with a smile tugging at her lips. Cirrus and Cumulus light up immediately, flocking to her and pulling her towards the full length mirror. It’s a chorus of praise and littered kisses flanking her on both sides. It makes her feel bubbly and warm. Girly.

Loved.

[wrathofrats]

Rainy who is so used to getting whatever he wants with the bat of his eyelashes a just a little begging. The ghouls normally dropping whatever they’re doing because he’s just so pretty why shouldn’t they! It’s an honor to make him feel good.

Cumulus and cirrus who are fucking tired of it and want to make him do things for himself. Tired of watching him get his way 24/7 when they have to do just as much work as everyone else.

Lure the pretty angel fish back to their room with a sweet smile and a giggle, the promise to get him off and make him cum until he can’t even think anymore.

Think they just gotta teach him how to do things for himself. Lay him down and get a vibrator in him something that sits tightly against his clit, both ghoulettes on either side of him to worship his lithe body, make him feel at ease.

Cirrus drags him to stand on his own feet first. Cumulus behind him to keep him upright while rain stares at them confused when the vibrations stop.

Cumulus and cirrus making rain do their chores for them if he wants anything at all, make their bed, fold their laundry, just stupid little tasks with the reward of being able to cum. Dripping down his thighs even just by the second task, vibrations making his eyes cross.

Think it’s all he can do to just drop to his knees while trying to fold their clothes and beg them to fuck him or turn it off, too much for his brain to handle after the 3rd orgasm. Think cirrus just laughs a little and turns the settings up.

[lilypadlys]

While You Sleep In Earthly Delight

Sunshine’s heat hits in the middle of the night. What's a girl supposed to do, not grind on Cirrus' very available thigh? --- Blushing deeply, Sunshine raises her head. “Please ma’am. Please help. Please fuck me.” “Insatiable.” Cirrus teases. “Last night I fucked you to the pits and back and you’re still begging for it.” Sunny just whimpers; it’s not like she can deny it. “I’ll tell you what.” Cirrus shoves her thigh directly between Sunny’s legs. “Show me how much you want me and I’ll help you out. Well, go on. Ride my thigh.” Sunny doesn’t need to be told twice.

Ship: Cirrus/Sunshine

Word Count: 1,683

Rating: Mature, NSFW

Tags: femslash, heat/mating cycles, grinding, masturbation, light dom/sub, vaginal sex, knotting, praise kink, trans sunshine

A/N: Just wanted to note that this one approaches somno but everyone is awake when actual sex happens. Everything has been discussed and is consented to.

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Sunshine wakes with a small gasp. She’s just had the most amazing wet dream in recent memory. And she’s got a stiffy and a growing wet spot in her boxers to prove it. How she could possibly be hard after the roundhouse fucking Cirrus gave her before they went to sleep, she’s not immediately sure. She gets her answer soon enough though.

She rolls around trying to get comfortable, careful not to wake the sleeping ghoulette next to her. Cirrus is fast asleep though, oblivious to Sunshine’s predicament. Sunny feels a fine mist of sweat dampen her skin despite the light sheets and cool night air. Rather than abate in the light of consciousness, the neediness provoked by her dream only grows.

She palms herself through her boxers, searching for relief but the slight pressure only makes it worse. Finally it hits her. Her heat must be kicking in. She mutters a curse as she realizes.

She decides to just take care of herself in the bathroom and see if she can get back to sleep before the worst of it hits. She’ll deal with it in the morning.

Instead however, before Sunny can disentangle herself from the sheets, Cirrus shifts in her sleep. She rolls over to face Sunny and adjusts her legs. One of her thighs ends up temptingly close to Sunny’s straining bulge. Close enough that Sunny barely has to cant her hips up to meet it. She makes the mistake of trying.

The pressure is amazing, and Sunshine sighs happily at the feeling. She tries to pull back, really. She knows she should get up. Cirrus has said she’s okay with this sort of thing but Sunny knows she’ll get gently teased for it. Still, she can’t stop herself. Easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?

She scoots in and allows herself to grind for real. She quickly has to bite her lip to contain the pleased moan that threatens to break out. Alright, new plan, she tells herself. Get off as quickly and quietly as possible and then go back to sleep and deal with the consequences in the morning.

She does everything in her power to grind as slowly and carefully as she can manage, fangs embedded in her bottom lip, plus a hand over her mouth to contain any noises. It almost works. She can feel herself get close before too long.

Sunny quickly glances up to make sure Cirrus is still asleep. Instead she makes direct eye contact with the air ghoulette. Cirrus cerulean eyes are lidded but open and she’s cooly watching her in a manner that indicates she’s been awake for a bit.

Sunny cums right then and there.

“Having fun?” Cirrus purrs.

Sunny flushes, violet tinging her gray skin. “Huh?! I-uh…well…”

“Why’d you stop?” Cirrus asks as she shifts her thigh closer to Sunny.

The multi ghoulette wants to flinch away but it’s too late. Cirrus gets a humored look on her face. “Did you just cum?”

Sunny knows that Cirrus is just asking to tease her. The way her soaked boxers leave a wet patch on Cirrus’ bare thigh is unmistakable.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-my heat! It just started and-”

Cirrus nods in understanding. “Oh you poor thing. Well that won’t do.” She tuts.

“Please?” Sunny pleads pitifully, ducking her head shyly as her bottom lip quivers.

“Please what?” Cirrus hums coyly. She taps Sunny’s chin with a finger in a request to make eye contact.

Blushing deeply, Sunshine raises her head. “Please ma’am. Please help. Please fuck me.”

“Insatiable.” Cirrus teases. “Last night I fucked you to the pits and back and you’re still begging for it.”

Sunny just whimpers; it’s not like she can deny it.

“I’ll tell you what.” Cirrus shoves her thigh directly between Sunny’s legs. “Show me how much you want me and I’ll help you out. Well, go on. Ride my thigh.”

Sunny doesn’t need to be told twice. She resumes her rutting, fully frantic this time and not caring how much noise she makes. When needy whines begin to fall from her lips Cirrus chuckles.

“Making yourself feel good?”

Sunny nods, moaning unashamedly.

“Close already aren’t you?”

Another nod and more whimpers.

“Then cum for me like a good girl. Now.” The commanding force Cirrus puts behind the order has Sunny’s balls drawing up and she spills again, adding to the sticky mess in her boxers.

“There you go.” Cirrus coos, kissing Sunny’s forehead as the multi ghoulette pants and shudders with the comedown. “So good for me.”

Sunny want’s nothing more than to get cleaned up, change clothes, and to curl back up in Cirrus’ arms. Unfortunately, a fresh wave of desire slams into her full force. She sobs with it, gritting her teeth and curling up into a ball. She’s close to tears.

“Hey hey. It’s okay love.” Cirrus soothes, pulling the multi ghoulette close. She smooths a hand across Sunny’s stomach, down to where her cock tents her boxers. “I've got you.”

Sunny can’t help but buck up into her hand. Cirrus gently slides her hand under the waistband of Sunny’s boxers and gets a hand around her dripping cock. The mess of cum eases the slide of her hand as she jerks Sunny off in earnest. With her free hand she cups Sunny’s balls through the fabric.

Thanks to Cirrus’ skilled hands and the hair trigger responsiveness of heats, Sunny is coming apart in a matter of minutes. She’s so far gone now, thrusting desperately into Cirrus’ fist, trying to reach her latest peak. She makes a strangled sound when the air ghoulette suddenly loosens her hand.

“Noo! Wait-please-”

“Shhh. It’s okay. I know what would really make you feel good.” Cirrus kicks the covers fully off. Then she hooks a thumb in the waistband of her own sleep shorts and pulls them, as well as her panties, down and off, exposing her bare cunt.

Sunny practically drools now, matching the slick dampening Cirrus’ folds.

“C-can I?” Sunny asks disbelievingly.

“You’ve been so good for me. You deserve a treat.” Cirrus permits, patting her thigh in encouragement. The multi ghoulette wastes no time in ditching her boxers. She bounces up to kneel between Cirrus’ spread legs and line herself up.

“Whenever you’re ready darling.” Cirrus waves her on.

Sunny pushes in as slowly as she can manage. Despite her desire to just slam in and take nearly overwhelming, she knows Cirrus is still the one in charge here.

Even with the unhurried pace, the first thrust is as close to heaven as Sunny thinks she’ll ever get. Tight warm walls provide delicious friction. Muscles clench and urge her forward. When she bottoms out they both sigh, Cirrus as the head of Sunny’s cock brushes against that special spot and Sunny at the promise of relief. She does her best to gently roll her hips, equally slowly, waiting for Cirrus’ permission to proceed.

Mercifully, Cirrus doesn’t tease for long.

“Go ahead sweetheart. Take what you need.”

After a hurried “Thank you ma’am,” Sunny begins to thrust for real, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in deep. She loses herself in it, unable to slow down or contain the moans and curses that fall from her lips.

“Ahhh…fuck. Feels so good.”

“Hmm? Are you close already?”

Sunny can’t deny how her cock kicks, both at the delicious sensation, and at how cool and unbothered Cirrus still manages to sound. She nods desperately instead. “Uh huh. Can’t hold it. I’m sorry…”

“That’s okay love. Cum whenever you’re ready.”

“Can I…uh…can I knot you? Please ma’am?” Sunny whimpers out, continuing to chase her pleasure all the while.

“Asking so nicely. Yes you may.” Cirrus smiles and cups Sunny’s cheek.

“Oh thank you!”

Sunny increases the force of her hips, her knot swelling and bumping up against the entrance of Cirrus’ cunt. With a few more deliberate thrusts, it pops in and Sunny comes with a cry. Cirrus muffles the sound by pulling her into a demanding kiss.

When they break for air, Sunny slumps against Cirrus’ chest, pressing her face into the air ghoulette’s neck.

Just as she settles down to ride out her latest pleasure high, she suddenly frowns in realization.

“You didn’t cum.”

“No but it’s okay.” Cirrus presses a kiss to her temple. “I’m happy to help you feel better.”

“But I wanna make you feel good too. Please?”

Cirrus chuckles. “Alright, if you insist.” She rolls her eyes in jest and Sunshine giggles.

Sunny motions to Cirrus for her to pull her sleep shirt up. Once she does, Sunny ducks her head to Cirrus’ chest to begin lapping at a nipple. She rolls the opposite in one hand and her other hand she snakes between them to rub quick sharp circles on the air ghoulette’s clit. Cirrus whines in reply, fisting one hand in Sunny’s hair and the nails of the other digging into her own thigh. Sunshine doesn’t stop until Cirrus is gasping beneath her and arching her back as she reaches her own peak. The way her walls clench down sends Sunny into another orgasm. It’s dry this time with her body having nothing left to give.

As Sunny catches her breath, Cirrus murmurs praises in her ear. She tells her own good she was, how pretty she is. When Sunny is able to raise her head, she blinks sleepily.

“Thank you Cir.”

“Of course my little honey bee. Feeling better?”

“Uh huh.” She hums. “Sorry I made a mess.” She looks down shyly.

“Don’t worry about it, love. The sheets still need to be changed from last night so it’s no big deal. Let's get you back to sleep and we can worry about it in the morning. Sound good?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Sunshine lets Cirrus roll them over so they're on their sides, doing so carefully as Sunny’s knot has yet to fully go down. Once they settle in, Sunny nuzzles her face into Cirrus’ chest.

“Goodnight Cir.”

Cirrus presses one last kiss to Sunny’s brow. “Goodnight Sunny.”

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

Here is a little multi chapter fic I’m currently working on.

Basically Dewdrop is not dealing so good with the soon arrival of the new water ghoul. It brings him back to times before his transition. Will Rain and Dew ever be able to be friends, or even more?

Or

Sunshine is a total badass and has to knock sense into literally everybody.

(Dewdrop is a trans man and uses he/him pronouns. Sunshine is transfem and uses she/they pronouns.)

I’m at chapter 6 right now, so you can read it up to there on AO3:

And I will do my best to post all chapter here on tumblr too, it will take a bit of time though.

Echos of Transcendence

Chapter 1

cw: gender dysphoria and a bit of depression because of it

Read it below the cut!

He looks at his reflection in the mirror. The long white hair Dewdrop normally cherishes is unkempt and greasyly hanging into his face, desperately needing a wash.

But for a week now he hasn’t really been in the mood for that. Copia had let him know about the summoning happening today at full moon a week prior. It wasn’t just any other summoning, it’s the summoning of the new water ghoul for the band project.

Something about the idea of a new water ghoul in their quarters makes his skin crawl. It reminds him of the time Dew himself was water, oh, and also important, a water ghoulette. He doesn’t hate who he was, but he more feels completely disconnected to who he was before his transition. It’s like his life finally began for real when he told his pack that he is transgender.

Since then he made adjustments to his body, taking hormones and getting top surgery. And even though that all helped him pass, the dysphoria never really goes away.

In front of the mirror he feels like his hips are too wide, he is too short with delicate hands and thin tail and he hates it.

And now he has to see somebody every day of the week, that reminds him of a time he was completely miserable and someone he could have been. Dew knew that this day had to come, the band needs to continue and is missing a bass player, but that doesn’t stop him from sulking.

He get‘s ripped from his thoughts when he hears knocking on his door.

“Dew! We have to leave for the chapel in an hour, are you nearly ready?“ Sunshine calls.

He gives no response. Dew doesn’t want to be seen by anybody. He is ashamed that he still isn’t over this. Why does he always have to be a problem?

“If you are in there and ignoring me, I will kick your ass!”

“Just leave me alone Sunny!”

Dewdrop yells back.

But she is not so easyly dismissed and knocks again just to signal her stubbornness.

“Come on,let me in! I know it’s hard for you right now, I just want to help. I’m your friend and I care for you!”

But why is it so hard for Dew? He transitioned years ago, he should have himself in check by now and not fall into a depressive phases as soon as a new water ghoul is only mentioned.

Sunny outed herself as transfem only this year and they don’t have the same problem it seems.

She is so much stronger than him. He is just pathetic. Everybody always has to help and comfort him, and he feels like he doesn’t deserve their kindness. He’s just weak.

“I don’t want your help! I will be fine!” Dewdrop says harshly.

He always reverts back to anger when he doesn’t know how to deal with his dark thoughts. He doesn’t want Sunny’s help, he will just drag her down.

“Nope, this is not happening! You are not shutting me out like this. I will come in now!”

Sunshine pushes the door open, determined to break through Dew's isolation.

When she sees his slumped posture in front of the mirror, they rush over to him. He registers their approach, but doesn’t try to move. Shame is rolling of him in waves. Her soft voice somehow breaks through to him.

“Come on firefly, can you look at me please?”

He slowly lifts his eyes. He doesn’t know why he expected to see disgust or anger in her eyes, but there is nothing but kindness and concern.

“Listen to me right now. I know what you are thinking, you are not weak and you are not a disappointment. We all like caring for you, you are our pack, our family and we love you. There is no such thing as needing to much help Dew. When you are not okay, you are not okay. And I am here to help. You care for all of as so deeply, let us return the favour please.”

He breaks down in sobs relived, shoulders shaking. Dew really needed to hear that to break him out of his downwards spiral.

“Can you maybe hug me?”

Before he can even finish his question, Sunshine has him wrapped tightly in her arms. He snivels a bit more, while they stroke his hair calmingly. Dew slowly stops his crying.

“Here we go. Do you want to talk?”

“I just feel so stupid you know? Dysphoria hit me last week so hard I couldn’t even shower, and all just because they will summon a new water ghoul. I shouldn’t feel this way anymore, especially because of such a stupid reason!”

“Don’t invalidate your feelings like that! I know it must be hard for you to always be reminded of the time you didn’t live as your true self. I will support you, I understand you and I will be there for you if you need anything. And if the new ghoul or anybody else gives you problems we will drag them back into the pit!”

Dewdrop has to smile and nods. “Same applies for you too of course. I will fuck them up if they say transphobic shit to you.”

“I know, thank you.” She smiles. “Now what do we do about this?” Sunshine vaguely gestures at his hair and overall state. Dew lets his head hang.

“‘m sorry for you having to see me like this…” he says shyly, tears rising to his eyes.

“Oh don’t worry about that, I have seen nearly every member of the pack in states worse than yours. And do you remember when I was first summoned and was afraid of the water from the shower for a long time? I must have been disgusting, but you still helped me get over it and even washed my messy hair. So really, you don’t have to worry.”

Dew then sniffles one last time and says: “I think I’m ready to shower now.”

“That’s good Dew! Do you want me to distract you?”

They ask.

Dew is really glad Sunshine offered a distraction or he knows he would spiral again as soon as he takes off his clothes. So he nods enthusiastically.

“Yes, that would really help me a lot.”

The shower wasn’t too bad, they turned off the light and Sunny let her hands glow just enough for Dew not to fall over in the shower. When they ran out of dad jokes to tell, she started singing the ingredients of different products lying around the bathroom. She wasn’t able to pronounce most of them correctly, but it obviously made Dew laugh, so they just continued until Dew was finished.

After he was dressed in the usual black uniform, Sunny and Dew both used their element to dry his hair and he let her brush it. It definitely calmed him down.

“Are you ready?”

Sunshine asks after glancing at her watch.

“As ready as I will ever be.”

[fagdykemuppet]

4/? ghoulette hcs

(lesbian cirrus, transmasc cirrus, trans cirrus, drag king marble, feather marble, drag marble)

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